Way of the Beast, part 6
“Master Zaulii, you wanted to see me?” Llifen stood outside the small room that adjoined the main temple. That morning, a messenger had come to his living quarters, informing him that he was being summoned in order to discuss certain matters. What...
Which Way To Tallahassee?
"didn't you used to tell me you took art lessons?" the tiger asks. "a few times," felix says. "now c'mon, homie." the first four teams are in a fight for first.
The God Dragon
This greedy creature witnessed the creation of element dog and the art created by him.
Friendly Competition part 1
Before they continued both combatants began a series of martial arts movements until at last they achieved their fighting stances. fang had mastered dragon boxing while tamati assumed the mantis style while the girls watched with anticipation.
Every Artist's Dream: Prologue
Hopefully, they would love it, put his art all over the museum, and he would be famous. avery didn't care about the money, he just cared about making art that people liked and that he could be recognize for.
Help Wanted
As far as i understand, there will be no payment for art or acting, but if you're interested, please swing by his fanfiction page here:[https://www.fanfiction.net/u/7094697/the-ghost-machine](https://www.fanfiction.net/u/7094697/the-ghost-machine), or look
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Midnight
He comes from a long line of mafia goons. He fights for the justice of his home country's citizen. He boxes blindfolded in representation of his ancestors' missing moral compass. He is Midnight, the boxer fox. "You can't put out the lights when they're...
Welcome Back to Cappuccinos! Part 5
Now serving: responsible stress "dad," art said, hoping his father couldn't hear the waver in his voice, "i appreciate what you've done, but do you mind if i ask you a question?" art's father folded his hands on the table.
Uncertain Chapter 2
We first met in a class that we were both taking at the riverside art institute. we worked on a few projects together and during that time, we found out that we both shared an interest in the martial arts.
Lifeline
Clara fumbled with the display on her smartphone, trying to input the right numbers. The pads on her fingers normally worked just fine, even on the tiny screen, but today they seemed altogether too large -- or maybe her hands were just shaking too...
Poem: My Art
I like through the scenes that destroy me, and forever, i live through my art.
The Pool (Art + Story)
"When I was a whelp, the water terrified me!" Savel stopped, turning back to look at the wyvern following at his heels. "Strange now, I think," he continued, "an aquatic being terrified of the water, but I was, was..." The drake trailed off, lost...